A/N: I am very pissed. The admin erased this fic because I interacted with my readers on my last chapter. They're bloody out of their minds! Why didn't they warn me first so I could take the bloody chapter 13 down? It would be better than taking the whole story down with the 630 reviews with it!
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Important Note: After I post all of the chapters of this fic, I'll be posting the Sequel. It's going to be called, Rhapsody in Red.
&&&&Tease Me, Kiss Me
A fourteen-year-old Sakura Kinomoto whined as her brother continuously circled her, teasing her. Her soft auburn locks flowed with the breeze as a warm zephyr passed her shivering form. Her emerald eyes glittered brightly.
"What is it, Sa-ku-ra?" He winked at her as he pulled a pair of pink lingerie from his back pocket. "Are you looking for these?" He smirked knowingly. His brown tresses unkempt to its content as he ran his fingers through it, ruffling it further. His amber eyes glistening with mirth.
She blushed. "Syao, give it back!" She squealed.
"No," he said firmly. "Not until you give me a kiss goodbye."
Sakura whimpered cutely. "But I'm just going to school," she pouted. "We'll see each other later." She poked his toned chest playfully. She didn't notice Syaoran shiver under her touch and the painful tightening of pants under his lower area.
He emitted a low groan. Sakura looked at him with a cute confused face.
"What is it, Syao?" She asked concernedly. "Are you okay?"
He mutely nodded his head. "F-fine, just f-fine." He squeaked.
Sakura giggled slightly. "You don't look like you're fine." She stepped closer towards him, feeling his chest heave up and down against her chest as she felt his forehead. "You're sweating pretty profusely." She murmured as she traced her fingers lightly across his forehead.
He heaved a big intake of breath. "Sakura," he moaned as he leaned in to her light caresses.
Sakura pulled back and then giggled. "I gotta go, onii-chan." She squealed as she put on her roller blades and glided away to her destination, school.
Syaoran stood there with a slight erection, staring as she gracefully glided away from him. Good thing too, he thought thankfully. It would be such a disaster if she saw me in my sudden state. Damn hormones to hell.
Then, he pulled out the earlier cause of their teasing. Her pink sexy lingerie, which was intriguing somewhat for Syaoran because he had always known Sakura was still a little girl at heart and wouldn't wear such underwear.
She's also quite naïve; he mused as he looked down to himself. Very naïve.
"Oh well," he said as he strolled inside their house, hiding himself from his father, Fujitaka Kinomoto. He smiled at his father.
"Good morning, father." He said.
Fujitaka smiled at his son. "Aren't you going to school yet, Xiao Lang?"
Syaoran bobbed his head as he agreed. "I'll just arrange my things, father, and I'll be on my way."
Fujitaka nodded his head. "Alright, don't forget to fetch your sister after your classes."
Syaoran turned his back on his father and blushed. "I'll be going now," he murmured and ran upstairs in haste. He closed the door quietly and ran his fingers through his brown locks. He leaned against the door and slid down to the floor.
His nerves and erection seemingly started to calm down.
"Bloody hell, why Sakura? Why my own sister?"
Sakura cheerily walked to her classroom as she clasped her hands together around her back. She smiled brightly at every person she walks by and gave them a gentle wave. She squealed as soon as she saw her friends near the door of their classroom.
"Tomoyo, Chiharu, Naomi!" She waved her hands frantically in the air, gaining attention from the other students.
Chiharu and Naomi smiled whilst Tomoyo waved back just as hyper as Sakura did.
"Hi Sakura," they all chorused. They laughed as they noticed that they did it at the same time.
"Well," Tomoyo started. "How was your one week vacation?"
Sakura blushed. "It was great. Syaoran and me kept on going to places that I haven't been before." She sighed wistfully. "It was…"
"Romantic?" Naomi chirped. "Quite… strange."
Chiharu nodded her head. "Yeah, seems pretty unusual for siblings to be… having romantic dates."
Tomoyo both whacked them on the arm playfully. "Oh, come now, girls. Don't think of that. Of course, it is just sibling love. Right, Sakura?" She piped.
Sakura blushed redder. "Y-yes. Of course." Nervousness was evident in her tone as she spoke.
Tomoyo frowned. "Right. Well, let's get going now. Class will start in a few minutes."
"And by the way, girls. You also shouldn't talk about people behind their backs." A cold, manly voice said from their backsides.
"Onii-chan," Sakura mumbled as the rest of the girls squealed in shock. "Aren't you too early for class?"
Syaoran's cold, hard stare softened as he gazed at his sister. He slowly took a step towards her and ruffled her hair playfully. He chuckled when he heard Sakura whine in protest.
"Syaoran," She whimpered. "My hair!"
Tomoyo and the others watched the scene with amusement. They gave each other knowing glances and looked at the occurrence in front of them.
"Silly 'Kura," Syaoran cackled. "This is what you get for not giving me what I wanted."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Oh whatever, Syao."
The bell rang.
People started to go to their classes in haste.
Tomoyo, Chiharu, and Naomi stood there with impatient expressions spread across their faces. Syaoran sighed and let go of his hold on Sakura. He gave her one last peck on the cheek before waving his hand on the air as a gesture of goodbye.
"See you later, Sakura." He said as he strutted down the hall quietly.
Sakura smiled at Syaoran's built form. "Ja, Syao."
When Syaoran's form was out from view, the girls squealed in delight and hurriedly went towards their classroom. Tomoyo and Chiharu began chattering with each other as soon as they saw that the teacher was not yet there.
"Oh my, Sakura," Tomoyo clasped her hands giddily. "You looked so cute together with Syaoran!"
Chiharu nodded her head in agreement. "Such a shame that you're siblings. You look so kawaii together."
"Yes, and did you notice the way his expression changed from ice prince to warm heart? He looked so hot." Tomoyo swooned.
"I thought you already have Eriol Hiiragizawa, Tomoyo?" Chiharu stated with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course, but you can't deny the fact that Syaoran is hotter in all aspects than my Eriol-kun." Tomoyo giggled. "Oops, pretend that I didn't say that."
Naomi just sat there looking at them as they chitchat away the time. She rolled her eyes at them. "Oh guys, you're making it hard for Sakura."
Sakura shook her head. "Iie, it's okay, Naomi. I'm fine."
A frown crept on Tomoyo's face. "Aw, Sakura. I'm truly sorry."
Chiharu nodded her head and gently patted Sakura's head. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to confuse your feelings."
Sakura blushed. "But, that's impossible. Syaoran's my brother and…" She trailed off. And what?
Does this mean that… no, no, it can't be. Syaoran is…
"Good morning class," the teacher's voice boomed across the classroom as she stood up lazily. Sakura's eyes glazed over towards the door and saw a sight of amber.
"Oh, and class, we have a transferee from the other class. Please welcome, Mr. Syaoran Kinomoto."
The girls squeaked and squealed happily whilst the guys smirked at him and gave him a lazy wave. Syaoran gave them his infamous smirk.
Sakura grinned at him. "Onii-chan," she whispered to herself. And unconsciously, she blushed. Her heart started to thump harder in her chest and her whole face felt hot all over. Her mind was a total blank.
What was she feeling?
She shook her head furiously and listened – tried to, she thought wryly – what the teacher was saying. She clutched at the sides of her face.
"Now, Mr. Kinomoto, take a seat perhaps… near," the teacher scanned the room for a vacant seat. Her eyes stopped at Sakura. "Near Miss Sakura Kinomoto."
Syaoran smiled widely. "Pleasure, sensei." He strolled towards the seat at the left side of Sakura's seat. He winked at her earning him a weak smile and a cute blush.
He sat quietly and eyed Sakura with an adorable confused face. She reddened further. He leaned slightly towards her and opened his mouth and whispered, "you okay?"
She nodded her head. "Yes, I'm fine, onii-chan."
"Kinomoto!" The teacher hissed. "Quiet or else you'll get detention."
Syaoran glared at the teacher and protectively reached out for Sakura's hand, which was conveniently place on top of her desk. She flushed at the warm contact. He squeezed it for reassurance.
"It's okay," he murmured as he leaned down and brushed his lips slightly over Sakura's palm. She shivered as his tongue slightly touched the sides of her palm. "That mean old teacher maybe has some issues… or probably a severe case of PMS."
Sakura giggled and squeezed his hand. "Thanks, Syao."
He, once again, gave her a light peck on the palm. "No problem, my cherry blossom."
Tomoyo watched this exchange with wide eyes. "No, this isn't right, Sakura… he's your brother." She muttered to herself.
"This is not right."
Lunchtime came and both Sakura and Syaoran went inside the cafeteria, hand in hand. Jealous and excited murmurs were exchanged as the couple – or is preferred to as siblings by their friends – sat down at the far back of the cafeteria.
Tomoyo waved at Sakura to come over. "Hey Saku! You can sit here with us." Chiharu, Naomi and surprisingly, Rika were there, eating their lunch with happy grins.
Sakura dropped Syaoran's hand as she waved back to them. She giggled when she heard Syaoran whine.
She nudged Syaoran towards the table. "Hey guys, you won't mind if Syaoran joins us, right?" She smiled at them as they nodded their heads and continued to eat.
Syaoran sat down besides her, taking a hold of her hand once again under the table. Sakura rolled her eyes at him jovially. He smirked back at her.
Tomoyo eyed them both, concernedly. 'They aren't supposed to fall in love with each other.'
Sakura slapped Syaoran's arm playfully. And as her hand pulled back, he reached out and took it once again and kissed it. She blushed.
'But maybe,' Tomoyo thought with a wistful sigh. 'Fate is playing with us.'
Next Chapter's Title: Trapped